“Turn me around.”
He allowed me to get up and straddlehim again, both of us holding our breaths until he was in meagain.
“Oh, Francois…”
He fucked me hard, with long strokes asI used my feet to balance myself over his big, hard body. I rodehis cock like a man possessed. He came inside me, my cock in hisbig grip, my mouth clamped to his left nipple.
Chapter Five
Benny Leonard was a mess.
“Mingo,” he said.“Help!”
My phone conversations with Bennyfrequently started this way.
Ensconced in an upgradedbusiness class American Airlines seat waiting for our flight fromLos Angeles to Honolulu to take off, I was in a pretty good mood. We were almosthome. Home!
“The FBI arrested myboyfriend. Mingo, it was the best sex I ever had.”
“Oh, sorry, Benny.”Francois’ hand massaged my crotch underneath the airline blanket onmy lap. It was a little difficult to concentrate.
“They say he’s a villain…aMafiaso,” Benny continued. “Why can’t I meet a niceguy?”
Francois liberated my cock from myjeans and his thumb circled the head under the blanket.
“What’s wrong with youMingo? Why don’t you say something?”
“Plane’s about to take off,”I managed. My cock leaked pre-come all over Francois’ hand. Heremoved his hand from my lap and licked his fingertips. He was sucha bastard. He’d do this three or four times during the trip andrelieve me once we got home. Until then I was at his mercy. I keptmy eye on the prize—a rip-roaring orgasm once we werehome.
“Benny, I’ll call you oncewe land,” I said, ready to end the call.
“I have a case for you,” hesaid. “You owe me, Mingo!”
Damn. He was right. “Okay, Benny, noproblem.”
“And don’t forget. The kid’splaying golf with my dad tomorrow.” He dropped his voice. “And ifhe could let the old man win, there’s five bucks in it forhim.”
Five bucks? Hoo-ee, Benny was the lastof the big spenders. “I’ll call you as soon as we land,” I saidagain, just to shut him up.
“Liar, liar pants on fire,”Francois teased, his hand falling across the tent he’d made in myblanket.
“You’re really gonna make mewait?” I asked.
He grinned. “Yes, I’m really gonna makeyou wait.” He took his hand away again and reached across the aisleto Ferric.
“This new stopwatch you madeis awesome. How’d you figure out how to create thepassword?”
They were off to techno-land. I closedmy eyes and allowed myself to drift away. The plane started to taxiand I was mentally prioritizing the two current accounting cases Ihad. One was a medical malpractice case in which I had to assesshow much money a young girl’s family would need to provideround-the-clock care for the rest of her life. It sounded dull onthe surface, but the case had hit me hard and I was due in court intwo weeks to testify on the child’s behalf.
Her own mother, an esteemedpediatrician, had poisoned the little girl with repeated doses ofcoolant in her breakfast cereal. The girl had survived, but waswheelchair bound and mentally disabled. Her extended family hadassumed her care. It was an unusual case and one which I’d takenpro bono. I wanted to help and my target was the incarceratedmother’s medical malpractice insurance.
I also had another case onmy hands for ‘Iolani Palace. This was a job I felt equally passionate about.Somebody had left an urn on my Aunty Alice’s doorstep with a notesaying it had belonged to our former ruling monarch, QueenLili’uokalani. Francoisand I had agreed we would go to Kauiwhere we’d traced the origin of the urn to checkits provenance since there was no photographic record of the urnever belonging to our late queen.
“Mingo.”
“Humm?”I opened my eyes.Francois was kissing the top of my head.
“Can I ask you aquestion?”
“Sure.” I was sleepy. I wasrelaxed after a long soak in the Jacuzzi the night before and somelong hours of passionate lovemaking. I needed my rest.
“Why didn’t your mom everbuy you the bicycle?”
Dang. He’d just spoiled my lovely,sleepy state.
I looked out the window at fluffyclouds.
“Money, I guess.”
“Well, that seemed like thereason, but she was a nurse, a senior nurse and you lived prettywell.” He paused, waiting for a response.
“She never said. She…” Manit was all so long ago.
“Tell me.”
“She thought it wassomething my dad should get for me.”
I felt my face flush. Francois’ handfell across my lap again, but not in a sexual way.
“But he left you and yourmom when you were a kid.”
“She thought he’d comeback.”
“Jesus, Mingo.”
I could tell he wasdistressed.
“And you never heard fromhim?”
“Yeah, from time to time. Hecame back once, I remember, but I didn’t see him. They met up atsome hotel and had sex. He gave her money for me. It wasn’t much. Ifelt awful for her because he admitted he’d married some otherwoman and lived on the mainland…he never contacted usagain.”
“She should have bought youthe bike.”
“Don’t you see, shecouldn’t?” I kept my voice low so Mom couldn’t hear us even thoughshe was across the aisle playing Scrabble with Ferric.
“No, I don’t see.” Francoiswas indignant on my behalf and I loved him for it.
“He disappeared on us, youknow. I was very young. She wouldn’t get me a haircut because shehad this belief it’s something my father should do with me. Heshould take me for my first haircut, teach me to ride a bicycle…youknow. He was a bit like Santa Claus. I got Santa later than all theother kids. That’s how I feel about you, Francois.”
“Shit, Mingo.” He leaneddown and kissed me.
His hand shot under theblanket.
“I love you,” hesaid.
“I love you,too.”
He toyed with me again and I hoped theflight attendant wouldn’t lumber down the aisle with her drinkscart anytime soon.
“And then he died,right?”
I nodded. “Yep. We never saw him again,but I think she always hoped he’d come back.”
For a moment, he concentrated onbuilding the pressure-pleasure in my cock and I let the uglythoughts flee my mind.
“You want to come now orlater?” Francois asked.
“Later, when I can come withyou inside me.”
He bent his
